Memory Lane - 9lokkNine

White mask, time to suit up

They only know GlokkNine for the guns and the boot up

I got a daughter on the way, I don’t even want her to know that her old man

really is a shooter

You on top like an elevator

I watched my nigga hit in different counties, came up like a escalator

I’m tryna serve 'em, where the dinner table?

How he on and you mistakin' me?

I think you false impersonatin'

They givin' out false allegations

Said I fucked another bitch and got her pregnant with another baby

Really all these niggas soldier hatin'

Throwin' dirt up on my name, tryna come up, shit been motivatin'

I been clutchin' on my pistol lately

She got dumb brain, I swear to God, this bitch, she got education

She gave me a whole affidavit

Fuck a Xan, give me a Addy, I’ma boot, I’m regenerated

They don’t know how I been feelin' lately

223s clear the scene, drop the roof off the ceiling, baby

I told her, «Get up out your feelings, baby»

I ain’t cuffin' you and you ain’t cuffin' me, that’s how the situation

I’ma rock 'bout my niggas, even if a fist fight or slingin' pistols

Yeah, I know my neck right, my chain bigger

We came from the same hood, nigga, same system

I done watched that fame do it, how it changed niggas

You 'posed to be right here, nigga, same pictures

But me and OD posted for the camera, though

All in the camera, screamin', «Gang, gang»

Hollerin' out, «Bitch, free Lil Kameo»

All my niggas, they gon' maintain

'Cause I swear, Lil Yo, he already rolled

Free my nigga, man

The system tryna rope my nigga on the RICO

I swear you, he, and she know

It’s Lil Nine from the block, it’s Lil Nine with a Glock

Sour K on the beat, I put a bitch to sleep

Ayy, yuh

Sour K on the beat, yuh